Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Au Pairs to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
The Dead C,
The Residents,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiopuhelimet,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doobie Brothers,
Franke,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Country Teasers,
X-Ray Spex,
Tomorrow,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agitation Free,
Pet Shop Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Rites of Spring,
Deepchord,
The Music Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Black Moon,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
Maleditus Sound,
MDC,
Jacques Brel,
James White and The Blacks,
The Human League,
Amon Düül II,
Rakim,
The Index,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moebius,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.